I think it started when I baked a rum cake for husband’s birthday because it’s his favourite. By now I can just say that it might also be my favourite or it is simply addictive. We had a piece after lunch and I allowed myself to eat some because I thought I would be able to control myself like I do with cookies that are often in the house. I was so wrong! I lost it. Hubby was gone at work and was suppose to take half the cake with him but he forgot. All I could think about was that damned cake. I had another piece and another piece. I felt out of control and ashamed that some pastry could make me feel that way. I even stopped logging my food for the day.